Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.